I guess it's genetics
That makes me love the feel smoke
The burn of alcohol down my throat
It's a family business after all
Papa grows and daddy sells
How easy it is to ask for some
They'll share it with me lovingly
Whatever it is that I may need
Easy access to my vice
They never even think twice
Just hand it over with a smile
Tell me to be back home in awhile
Or, text them to let them know
Where I'm staying at that night
They don't ever tell me no,
They never say you can't stay there
And if perhaps my mother calls?
I'm in the bath or out for a walk
I might even be asleep
Safely tucked into my bed.
My papa would be my grandfather. I've always called him papa. I'm at their house every other weekend. I spend Friday there and then Saturday... Well. Wherever the **** I want to really. I used to stay at a female friends house but recently I've been staying at a guys house... I thought for sure they wouldn't let that happen but they did. I'm slightly confused tbh.